Who Knew Whether Tomorrow or Doomsday Would Come First

Luo Yang felt himself sinking into endless darkness, drifting through an unconscious void. It was as if he saw a glimmer of dawn, and his consciousness gradually awakened from the darkness.

Suddenly, Luo Yang saw a massive truck barreling straight toward him.

His body felt as though it had been struck violently, and Luo Yang abruptly opened his eyes in bed.

It was a dream.

Remembering the scene from the dream, Luo Yang still felt lingering fear.

He remembered that before he had lost consciousness, he had been in a car accident.

Suddenly realizing something, Luo Yang looked around and indeed saw a group of people surrounding him. They wore white coats and looked like doctors.

He was not dead.

Once he confirmed that he was alive, Luo Yang let out a breath.

"Ah, ah, ah... eh????" Luo Yang had just tried to speak when his throat produced a string of strange sounds, like a babbling infant trying to talk.

"You don't need to speak. Parts of your brain's language cortex and motor cortex were damaged. You've just undergone surgery, and you'll need to learn to speak and walk again. Until then, use the consciousness translator to communicate." Chen Mo placed a consciousness translator on Luo Yang.

"Where am I?"

Luo Yang looked at the man before him. He seemed somewhat familiar.

"This is the neurology department of Peerless University First Affiliated Hospital. You were in a car accident and suffered brain damage. Fortunately, your surgery was successful," Chen Mo said.

"You're Chen Mo? You performed my surgery?" Luo Yang suddenly remembered who the man before him was—the strongest super genius in human history, Chen Mo. The legendary man was actually standing beside him and had even treated him. It was somewhat unbelievable.

"Your family agreed to let you participate